The end of innocence began in 1972 with Alan Minter's bronze and dead Israeli athletes

The bells have just been ringing and there are 12 hours to go before the opening ceremony of the 2012 Olympics.

London fop, Mayor and covert anarchist Boris Johnson has become the most famous man in the world, something that the cast of Have I Got News For You still can’t believe and something it is best not to think about for too long.

His speech last night with the reference to Mitch Romney minded me of the scene in Orwell’s 1984 when the crowds in Trafalgar Square are still roaring even when it is announced that Eurasia’s previous enemy is now its ally. Boris as Big Brother? It could happen, it really could, maybe it already has. Continue reading

Sooqini mixes Arabic, London and vegetables for a new marketplace

It’s not often that a start-up has a name that is pronounced like a vegetable but Sooqini (natch, zucchini) caught the attention today.

Launched initially in London, this new online and mobile marketplace is a task-based site that is named after the Arabic for ‘souk’ or marketplace. The idea is that users post jobs that they need doing with a pricepoint, then they are matched with those who will do the task at that price.

The press release spoke of tasks connected with the Olympics but I’ve had enough of that particular spectacle so I’m not going to mention them. However, it’s a nice idea that should find some traction among those who still have any money left to distribute to those who need it… a kind of 2012 wealth distribution.

Supported by UK Trade & Investment (UKTI), Sooqini will be extended to the whole of the UK, and then Europe after the London launch.

It could have been oh so different, but there’s f*ck-all Olympic bunting in Paris

Yesterday I went to Paris to meet Maria Sharapova but it rained and rained so I stayed in the Orange hospitality tent and drank lots of champagne.

By the time I entrained the Eurorail back to Ashford (International is a joke btw) she had just started her match so she didn’t have the pleasure of meeting me. Shame, it could have been the highlight of her career.

Paris is a nice city, but as the taxi wended its way to Gare du Nord I noticed there wasn’t much bunting around… and there was certainly no Olympics signage around. Funny that. Continue reading

It could have been oh so different, but there's f*ck-all Olympic bunting in Paris

Yesterday I went to Paris to meet Maria Sharapova but it rained and rained so I stayed in the Orange hospitality tent and drank lots of champagne.

By the time I entrained the Eurorail back to Ashford (International is a joke btw) she had just started her match so she didn’t have the pleasure of meeting me. Shame, it could have been the highlight of her career.

Paris is a nice city, but as the taxi wended its way to Gare du Nord I noticed there wasn’t much bunting around… and there was certainly no Olympics signage around. Funny that. Continue reading